The urban landscape becomes nothing but a tamed disregarded space without some invaders to shake things up.
Spring’s totem, the Poppy, clambers for the role, squeezing into a crack and creating a flower bed where one thought there could be none. A poppy will rise up even in the middle of the street. It will shout out “Nature!” even in the Valley, where, when it hits 100 degrees, only those whose errands are urgent dare venture out.
Poppies thrive and strive and rise up above the grime and heat to send us a quick refreshing breath. They bloom to remind us that the heat will break, that autumn breezes will come, and that in winter, it may rain. Hot asphalt and metal can not contain us.
Growth has nothing to fear but fear itself: fear of the old, the new, the staid and the yet to come. Do not be afraid. Be a promise. Be a poppy! Be a weed!
We and our weeds are so much more than what we first appear to be. Please come back again for a new “Weed Image of the Day” and let me know which ones you like. Even better, look down at the world that teems with life and meaning. It is right at your feet!
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